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MOTM~ Stewart Copeland/The Police

This run~on sentence is about listening to Stewart Copeland because he is my cat~in~the~hat when it comes to running; or, specifically I once compared The Police to Dr. Seuss saying that The Police are to rock-n-roll what Dr. Seuss is to children's literature: with that very unique sense of meter and rhyme, one that is timeless, madly creative and wildly intense with imaginative measures and the playful interludes found in syllabic explosions; The Police are elegant and with Mr. Stewart, it's like he's read my favorite Seuss 'To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street", because he knows how to wrap my feet with roto toms, honoring that they are the group I pull behind me in a wagon, and they are the ones that keep me coming back for more of everything I imagine about running while I am not doing it, just like the boy from that story.

One Sentence about a Runner's Tattooed Legs.

This runner was in the very fast 2000 corral at the Boston Marathon and I wasn't the only one who noticed because people were photographing his legs, except me and I regret that- both legs were tattooed with an entire musical composition beginning at the thighs and encircling, ending at the calves; A week later I determined his legs are to running what the conductor's arms are to the orchestra or, maybe it's that occult~like aspect to running, the ta eso, extending beyond pure reason that had gone looking for an alternative expression, the ta exo.

One Sentence about Running on Trails

Running on trails evokes a kind of listening that is similar to the sound of a lover's voice; it's in the birdsong, the breezy~blow through soft spring leaves, the electric~lush of fern and planting the foot on maple~memories that gave way to new.